Drowning
I drowned in the ocean of tranquilly
I was like driftwood
turning deeply in the empathic sea
My orbs
became my listening device
soft mud preserved my rib cage
In the eyes of the believer
I sojourn meekly
anointing the hereafter
hungry like Lazarus
with my long knows
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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